The Young Treasure Hunter | Page 7

Frank V. Webster
gold, even if I could go to Alaska, which is impossible."
"Yes, I am afraid so. Still, when you grow up you may want to have a try for it. I think Mrs. Stults is living yet, and, I understand, she has a standing offer of half the treasure to whoever will find it."
"Is that so? Where does Mrs. Stults live?"
"The last I heard she was in Denville, California."
"Denville? Why that is not more than twenty-five miles from Piddock!" exclaimed Fred, a sudden idea coming into his mind.
"So near as that? Well, why don't you go and see her, get a copy of the map, and hunt for the gold?" and the old miner laughed as if it was a joke.
"Maybe I will," replied Fred, in a curiously quiet voice, as he rose to leave the dining-room of the hotel.
CHAPTER IV
FRED HAS HOPES
"How long will it take you to get home?" asked Mr. Gardner of Fred, as he accompanied him toward the street.
"Oh, about three hours. I'm a pretty fast walker, and it's mostly down hill."
"Then you'd better take my tame snake."
"Your snake? Oh, you mean the donkey."
"Yes, I think he would go pretty well down hill. He could slide most of the way. Better let me get him for you. You can send him back whenever you get ready. I shan't want him for a week or so."
"Thank you very much, but I think I'll walk."
"Well, maybe you'll get home a little sooner, even if it is down hill. Stop and see me whenever you're in this direction. I don't expect to go to prospecting right away, and I'm going to make this hotel my headquarters."
"Thank you, Mr. Gardner, I will."
"And give my regards to your father. I'd like to see him."
"I will do so, but I'm afraid you can't see him unless you call. He is not able to get very far from the house."
"Then I'll try to call. Don't forget to say that Old Bill Gardner was asking for him. And if he wants to have a try at the Stults treasure, why, I'll give him a letter of introduction to the widow. I know her."
"Do you?" asked Fred eagerly. "Then perhaps you would give me a letter?"
"Give you one? Why, you don't expect to have a try for it; do you?"
"I don't know," replied the boy seriously. "I would like to talk to my father about it. But I have another scheme in mind. If I had a letter to Mrs. Stults, she might be able to tell me where I could get work. I believe you said she had an interest in some mines."
"She has, and she might be able to get you a place. I did not think of that. But Denville is quite a way off."
"Well, I may have to go quite a distance before I can get a job."
"All right. Wait a few minutes and I'll write you a letter of introduction to Mrs. Stults. She is rather a peculiar German woman, slow-going, and she doesn't make her mind up in a hurry."
"Then I will give her plenty of time to consider matters, Mr. Gardner."
In a little while, charged with messages of remembrance to his father, and bearing the letter of introduction to the widow, Fred was on his way home. He stepped out at a quick pace, for in spite of his long walk that morning he did not feel tired, as he was busy thinking of a certain matter.
You have probably guessed that it was the buried treasure, though Fred had only the most hazy notion where it was, and he knew that it was almost entirely out of the question for him to go in search of it. Nevertheless, as do all lads, he had hopes, and it was these hopes which made the way seem short to him, so that he did not mind the long mountain trail.
"Well, Fred, any luck?" asked his father, when he got home, about dusk.
"No, dad," yet the answer was not given in a despondent tone.
"I was afraid you wouldn't have. A new digging is usually quickly overrun with miners, and there are two applicants for every place."
Fred described the incidents of the day, and gave his father the message from Mr. Gardner.
"Yes, I remember him very well," said the miner. "He was a peculiar man."
"He is yet," and Fred told of the various names applied to the little donkey.
"That's just like Old Bill Gardner," commented Mr. Stanley.
"You'll not have to go without your supper, Fred," said his mother, coming in at that moment. "I have a nice meal for you."
"That's good. I have a fine appetite."
"I'm glad of it. Mrs. Robinson paid me more for the sewing than I expected, and I got a little treat for you. I made some tapioca pudding.
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